You, Me and Summer -completed-

Sixteen

"Mum, you can't tell him yet." I sobbed, feeling like the world was ending right then and there.

"Darling, he's suspecting something-"

"Well then tell him something else!" I cried, interrupting my mum. My shoulders and hands shook, this wasn't supposed to he happening.

"Sweetie, I'm not telling him anything." My mum said softly, running her long tails along my back in attempts to calm me down. "As for your father, he doesn't need to know yet either." I sighed in relief, my dad was the last person I wanted to know.

We stayed quiet for a long moment, my mum drawing abstract shapes on my back and my breathing returning to it's normal pace.

"What am I going to do?" I whispered, closing my eyes and willing myself to not cry again.

"We'll work that out later."

"No! There is a child growing inside me mum! I have to decide now." My mum laid down beside me and held me tight.

"It might be too late to do anything, you've been like this for a while now."

"I have to go see a doctor don't I?" I sit up, wriggling out of my mums arms before racing around my room for something suitable to wear.

"I'll book an appointment for tomorrow, calm down Bexley. Let's just think this over a bit yeah." I dropped the clothes in my grip, and joined them on the floor.

"I don't know if I can do this mum." I whispered, closing my eyes tightly to decrease the tears.

"Listen to me Bex, I'm here. Your father will be here and judging by Brysens concern he will too. You will be able to do this no matter what okay?" I didn't look up at her like she would want me to.

"But I don't have Jocelyn." I squeezed my stinging eyes, the past month I had cried too much.

"You will always have Jocelyn, she's in your heart and will always be watching over you." My mum put an arm around me and rubbed circles on my arm. "I know she's smiling for you right now, probably having a party up there."

"You didn't even get to know her that well." I hiccuped out, my throat dry and sore. I had refrained from touching my stomach but in that moment I felt for it and sighed. It wasn't too different yet.

"I knew her well enough Bexley, I know that she loves you, and she would do anything for you."

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I was left alone for the rest of the night, I couldn't fall asleep once again, and the realisation dawned on me over and over again. My mother had promised to support me all the way through, and also promised to not tell a soul until I was ready. I also knew Brysen was asleep downstairs on the couch, my father had told me so when he paid a quick visit to my room, not a single knowing of what had happened.

Brysen probably knew what was going on, my mother had made it clear that she had asked him if anything happened during our trip, and probably seeing the desperation he told her. And I was scared, scared that he was going to leave me. Even though he was asleep on the couch I had it in my head that he was only staying so he could know the truth and then leave me high and dry.

It was terrifying, the whole concept of having a small child growing inside of me, and the fact that how Brysen was going to react was a mystery. I was scared out of my mind.

I'd set out on this road trip, with warnings from both my parents that things happen, and they were right. It's inevitable, there is always going to besomething going wrong.

It took me a long time to fall asleep, but once I had, my mind was filled with vivid images of children. None of which made me feel better about the situation I was in.

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Brysen was there when I went downstairs, sound asleep on the couch and looking rather adorable. I spent a few minutes examining him from afar before moving to the kitchen. Hungry and determined.

Upstairs my mother was asleep, and my dad probably at work. I knew Brysen wouldn't be asleep much longer and nor would my mum, unlike me they were both morning people.

I rummaged through the cupboards, pulling out a pan and then finding some eggs to cook. My mum was right, I needed to eat and pick myself up. If not for me but for the child growing inside of me. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought, my hands shaking for a brief moment before steadying themselves.

"Bex?" I knew without turning to face the voice that it belonged to Brysen and, I knew he was terribly tired. "How're you?" I did my best to control myself and turning around slowly I gave him the smallest smile.

"Been better." Waiting for the pan to heat up a little more I went to the fridge in search of juice.

"I hope you didn't mind me sleeping on the couch." He joined me by the stove and looked at me warily, "for the past two weeks."

"You've been staying on my couch for two weeks?" I asked in utmost shock, I knew he'd stayed last night but not all those previous nights.

"On and off, mostly on." He looked down at the ground before continuing to talk, "I kept thinking that you might come out during the night to talk or something. I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders before getting two cups out of the cupboard.

"Why?" I croaked out, holding onto the egg in my hand.

"I guess also because I want to be here for you no matter what, I'm always here." I turned to the stove and cracked the egg before turning to Brysen. Unable to look at him anymore I stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around him. He did the same and held me tight. I took a deep breath and then the smell hit me.

"I'm going to throw up." I said,but it only came out as a muffle because of Brysens shirt.

"What?"

"I need to throw up." In a rush I backed out of his arms and ran to the closest bathroom, throwing up in the toilet with Brysen close behind me.

"Bexley, what's going on? You've been continuously throwing up." I sighed and cleaned myself up before taking his hand and leading him upstairs to my room. To where the only explanation I needed was. I sat him on the bed before I threw him the small little stick, the stick that held my future, my present and the past.

At first Brysen didn't know what it was, but after examining it for a little while realisation dawned.

"Bexley..." He trailed out, turning it over in his hands several times before looking up at me, "is this a-"

"Pregnancy test? Yes, it is." I sighed and sat down beside him, he hadn't completely freaked out quite yet.

"So that's why your mum wanted me to stay for another night, that's why even after sending me home she came and got me again." He placed the test between us and sighed. "That's why she was asking so many questions." I slowly nodded before the tears began to slip out of my eyes.

"I don't expect you to stay now, I mean-"

"Bexley!" He interrupted me and took my hands, "I'm not going to leave. Sure this is a shock, a major shock, but I'm not running from my problems like I have in the past." I nodded and looked down at our hands. "How long?"

"I don't know, mum is taking me to the doctors this afternoon."

"Does your dad know?"

"Not yet." Brysen nodded once before pulling me into his lap and holding me tight.

"We'll be alright." He said softly before kissing my neck, "all three of us."

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And that's that. Isn't Brysen so cute and nice and adorable? (Dimitri still my favourite)

Not many chapters left now... Woo, it's coming to an end, can't wait to see you guys' reactions.